America    hahahaha    We love you       How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?    The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for the protect?    The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedem of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold       Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words (or so we're told) of this song       Verse #1    I never woulda dreamed in a million years id see    so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me    Who share the same views    And the same exact beliefs    Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me    So many lives I've touched    So much anger aimed in no particular direction    Just sprays and sprays    Straight through your radio waves    It plays and plays    Til' it stays stuck in your head    For days and days    who woulda thought, standing in this mirror    Bleachin my hair with some Peroxide    Reaching for a T shirt to wear    That i would catipult to the fore-front of rap like this    How can i predict my words    would have an impact like this    I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office    Cuz congress keeps tellin me    I aint causin nothin' but problems    And now they sayin im in trouble with the government    Im lovin it    I shovelled shit all my life    And now im dumpin it on em.       Chorus    WHITE AMERICA    I could be one of ur kids    WHITE AMERICA    Little eric looks just like this    WHITE AMERICA    Erica loves my shit    I go to TRL;    Look how many hugs i get    (repeats)      Verse #2    Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yourself    If they were brown    Shady knew shady sits on the shelf    But Shadys cute    Shady knew Shady's dimples would help    Make ladies swoon baby    (ooo baby)    Look at myself!    Lets do the math    If i was black i woulda sold half    I aint have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that    But i can rap so fuck school    Im too cool to go back    Gimme the mic    Show me where the fuckin studio's at    When i was underground    No one gave a fuck i was white    No labels wanted to sign me    Almost gave up, i was like "Fuck it"    Until i met Dre    The only one who looked past    Gave me a chance    And I lit a fire up under his ass    Helped him get back to the top    Every fan black that i got    Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got    Like damn we just swapped    Sittin back look at this shit, wow    I'm like "My skin, Is it startin' to work to my benefit now?"       Chorus X2      Verse #3    See the problem is i speak to suburban kids    Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist    Whos moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss    Till i created so much mutha fuckin turbulence    Straight out the tube right into ya livin rooms i came    And kids Flipped    When they knew I was produced by Dre    Thats all it took    And they were instantly hooked right in    And they connected wit me too cuz i looked like them    Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope    Searchin wit a fine toothed comb    Its like this rope waitin to choke    Tightenin around my throat    Watchin me while i write this like "I dont like this, NO!"    All i hear is    Lyrics lyrics constant controversy    Sponsors workin round the clock    To try to stop my concerts early    Surely hip hop is never a problem in Harlem    only In Boston    After it bothered ya fathers    of daughters startin to blossom    Now im catchin the flack from these activists    When they raggin    Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot    Shit    Just look at me like im ya closest pal    A poster child    the MOTHER FUCKIN' spokesman now!       Chorus x2      Outro    So to the parents of America    I am the damager aimed at little Erica    To attack her character    The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns    Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress    And piss on the lawns of the White House   To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker    To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy    Fuck you Ms Cheney    Fuck you Tipper Gore    Fuck you with the free-este of space this divided state of embarrasment will allow me to have    Fuck You       (Humming sounds)      hahaha! I'm just playin america, you know I love you